Luyện nghe bài hát Light Pollution

John A. Hobson was a man
He to loan me books and mic stands
He even got me a
To the Socialist

Listening to in his basement
Old songs about the government
It's love of not the market
He said these push on you

And yells, it don't cry
Whatever sells will
But no hell when you die
So don't so worried

He got a life, lost his day job
papers, swinging pendulums
Anything to serve a
Or to occupy some

You earn this living somehow
You're as dead without a bank account
But funny how alive he has felt down
In that line

With all that at his feet
The of piss in the street
All of that filthy
For the way feeling

worry
Don't
worry

The shade
The flags wave
The anthem's loud
The baseball was letting out

And all at
You saw the and heard
Every tiny
Got in his and turned around

out through the crowd and the cops
Drove out past center mall
out past that sickening sprawl
Out past fenced in gold

And maybe he lost
Fucking with the
But I bet the stars seem so
At the end

At the end
At the end
At the end
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